and we run

the teenagers stop, "w-who are you?"

he smiles, "no one. what were you doing?"

fat sobs; not intentionally, but she sobs. and they answer,

"f-at! f-fat's being a brat! we, we were teaching her a lesson."

he goes closer, "you shouldn't do that."

"o-okay. we'll take her back, we're s-sorry."

he stops them,

"i said you can't,

but i never said i can't,"

he feels her blood pumping, rushing.

"now run."

and they do.